Partly cloudly, 71F, early afternoon.
The last time he'd come upon salmonberries, they'd been so tart Veho had thought his tongue might just desert and pop right out of his jaw! Of course, they were much more orange then, not unlike the flesh of the fish they'd been named for. They were a much darker color this time, he decided, a brilliant ruby red. Some were darker than others, and others still that same pale shade of sunset orange he'd first noticed. Ears rolling forward, curiosity soon got the best of the healer, and his return to the forest was delayed a bit further. Halting in front of the bush, the gray wolf debated whether or not sampling the ripened fruit again was worth his while. He'd suffered no ill effects before, but had only eaten a berry or two. For a wolf of his size, he doubted that was enough to cause a reaction, positive or otherwise. After a moment, Veho decided it was worth the risk, and leaned forward gingerly to pluck one of the reddest berries he could lay his silverlight eyes upon. As it burst upon his tongue, it was a tiny berry of sugar and juice this time. A pleased growl rolled low in his throat and he leaned in to pluck another few from the vine they lingered on. "Delicious," he decided, licking lingering juice from his black lips. Should he bring them back to his temporary abode for further investigation? Perhaps the rest of the plant was the important part, but bringing an entire branch a long with him seemed a bit cumbersome. Would Gaheris like the berries, he wondered? A small, sweet treat might be enough to lift his heart for some time. Veho sat in thought, oblivious to the world around him as he studied the veritable treasure trove before him. |